When devils pray

Sadly, Christianity and Christian practices have been bluntly bastardized within Malacañang.

First, the press secretary’s name (Jesus) seems one of the biggest ironies. Biblically speaking, we all know that Jesus served the people; Dureza, on the other hand, serves GMA. Jesus was known to be temperate. He thinks first before he acts, and when He acts, He acts graciously. However, unlike Him, the (forsaken) namesake, acts haphazardly—not thinking of his prayer’s repercussions.

Second, the prayer itself was clearly pre-meditated—even if Dureza claims that he left his “script” and for that, he will be praying out of his heart. This makes everything clearer. If he really prayed “out of his heart” then his intention is truly to support GMA’s extension of term. But what irritated me more is on how GMA reacted. She tried to show “irritation” (by rolling her eyes and covering her face). But she undoubtedly favored Dureza’s prayer. If she didn’t, she should have reprimanded Dureza for such malicious prayer. From her body language, I should say that she was elated. Her reaction seems to be similar to that of a high school girl being informed that the cutest guy in campus has a crush on her.

I find it irritating. Is it really necessary for politicians to politicize everything—to the extent of using Christianity? Is it part of their job description? I wonder when these politicians would realize that more than politics, they are public servants; and that they were voted precisely to work for the people.

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When devils pray, the intention is not to communicate with God—it’s to advance their personal and political motives.

Let’s pray a genuine prayer, a prayer for the benefit of the country, and not for the people who have led this country astray.

The martyrdom of Eliseo dela Paz & JocJoc Bolante

It has been a perpetual theme: sacrifice is the greatest act of love and loyalty that anyone can do.

With this in mind, I can’t help but ask myself how much love these two “good dogs” have for their bosses; how loyal they are to the god who feeds their mouths (as well as their bellies).

Can you just imagine a PNP general, once feared by his subordinates, accepting the entire fault? What’s more amusing is his "heroic act" of accepting all the tomatoes, stones, and everything pelted upon him, his wife, and the rest of the Euro generals. How noble. But if he thinks his act would lead him to be buried in the Libingan ng mga Bayani in Taguig, he’s dead wrong. Soon, we would see dela Paz buried under his poorly constructed lies and alibis.

An even more “classic” type of martyrdom is Bolante’s, which could even outlast that of the GOMBURZA or the Trece Martirez—at least in the eyes of his boss, the one who led him to the road to perdition.

I can’t imagine where he got such nerves to act as if he’s as innocent as a child—where in fact, his acting and dialogue are poorly rehearsed. Nobody was happy and nobody believed his claims about his innocence. More importantly, nobody believed that his boss has nothing to do with it.

Somehow, I also pity these two people, because it’s also possible that they would like to expose the people behind it, but they just can’t make themselves and their families the target of their boss’s bounty hunters.

Technically speaking, they may think that they are winning this game, but later on, they’ll realize (if they still have a conscience) how wrong it is to steal the money of the republic; how evil it is to use the supposed funds for projects beneficial to the Filipino people, in favor of their personal motives.

In Crime and Punishment, Dostoevsky espouses that the mind of the criminal would eventually torment him, and that is the greatest punishment anyone could receive.

This is the way to the truth: the hard way.

Jocjoc's joke isn't funny at all

Pathetic acting.

This is how I describe Bolante’s dramatic joke of clutching his chest for alleged chest pains upon arrival at the airport. Interestingly though, the doctors tell us that his problem is ulcer.

Can some theater arts group conduct an acting workshop on this scumbag? Can some prompter please shout, “Stick to the script!”

If he thought his “joke” made people laugh—or pity him—he’s dead wrong. Nobody believed that he was really suffering from whatever ailment—ulcer, hypertension, or hyperulcer for that matter. Nobody cares—or at least I don’t—whether he’s dying or what. After all, did he even care if the Filipino people were dying out of hunger when they squandered the 700 billion fertilizer funds to campaign his illegitimate boss?

The real people experiencing such pains are the Filipino people from which they have robbed. We clutch our chests for we can’t bare such poor acting, such lame jokes, such blunt corruption and outright crime against us. We squeeze our stomachs—together with our pockets—for we cannot fill ourselves with our immediate needs such as food, shelter, clothing, education, and health services.